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stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland · 3 years

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Hi guys! As promised to that Anon, I wrote the timelines. I decided to write only the key points though because these are things we already know, and then, I’m sure there are more than a thousand proofs around and people who have already spoken about it. Enjoy.

Drum roll, please 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Let’s start with the first competitor: Tyrone William Griffin, aka Typical Dish Snacked Ty Dolla $ign 04/13/1982, the man who liked to tweet things like “I’m the curator of lesbians”.

PRen Tyren: As I already mentioned in the post “There is a light at the end of the tunnel”, it all started on the evening of November 15, 2016, when 5H went to the Epic party. Due to Laucy’s picture of the wedding and the ‘official’ coming out then occurred a few days later, on November 18, 2016, Lauren needed a boyfriend. That same night at the party, Typecast accepted the management’s proposal.

Typo tweeted “LMJ” on January 4, 2017, and then immediately deleted it. First move to create speculation since, presumably, Lauren ‘was’ still with Ludicrous. Shortly thereafter, a blind item about L who was having an affair with a married man came out. On January 10, 2017, Nicole Cartolano posted that picture of Laucy in the snow with a piñata. After wishing her a happy birthday, as we already know, luBYE. On February 13, 2017, there were the first PRren pictures at the Grammy after-party, so that people would start believing the blind item, BUT, making it clear that he wasn’t a married man, but a taken one, and yes, MAN, since Tyred is 14 years older than her, and therefore inculcating the idea that L was really cheating on Luggage. On March 9, 2017, Tymbal posted a picture of them together, coincidentally, the day after he advertised his upcoming album ‘Beach House 3’.

On March 22, 2017, we had ‘Bare With Me’ and Nicole Cartolano’s interview with MTV News. On the 23rd, we had, still very coincidentally and totally unplanned, “no I hate it because it’s invasive, scary, delusional, disrespectful to us both and was never real…Ever”, because, because, SHE DECIDES. NOT US. PERIOD. (sorry, I had to 😂. This is another of L’s tweets dating back to July 2, 2017: “I decide. Not you. Period.”) Joking apart, because she was single and she certainly couldn’t let the fans have hope for her and C, so she tried to kill the Camren ship for the umpteenth time. “Hey, hey, Lo, how’d it go? That bad, eh?” “Let me try again in 2020.” “Laur, babe, I’ll tell you what. I’m from the future, okay? It didn’t work, honey. And I don’t think it’s gonna work either in, I don’t know, in 2030.”

Back to the program.

The day before Nicole’s MTV article and eight days later, Twix posted a series of tweets (21: “Lo” - 30: “You look better on me 👀”, Cuban flag, and “I think she like me 😍”) [👈🏼 ‘Great grammar’ said in Lauren’s voice] which he then of course deleted to make everything more and more mysterious, and thus making people connect and figure out who was that ‘LMJ’ tweeted in January. On April 14, 2017, we had a picture of L with TyPod and his family dating back the night before when they celebrated Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’s birthday, followed by the blurred picture of the 15th of them together at Coachella. On April 18, 2017, Alycia Bella, Tinky Winky’s ex, tweeted “when you get cheated on w a 5th harmony member & all you can do is laugh.”, and then immediately deleted it, thus giving even more confirmation to people that both had cheated, despite Teletubbies denied and defended himself: “been moved on :) no cheating. Keep it Taylor’d. gang gang 🤘🏽🤘🏽”. The same Alycia who complained of being cheated on by Telly for ‘another girl’ during the reality show ‘The Platinum Life’ which aired on October 15, 2017 and that was recorded MONTHS BEFORE.

There were other tweets that Tyronic continued to tweet and then delete (April 1: “I think about you all the time” - April 3: “You my favorite” and “I don’t know what I did to deserve you” - April 7: “Really like what you’ve done to me”), Insta-stories and posts by both, and other public appearances together to increase the public’s curiosity. Such as: 1) Mani’s birthday. 2) August 16, 2017, when 5H did that famous and messy phone interview with The Sun for Dan Wooton’s podcast, one of Salmoned Cow’s well-known puppies friends, during which Dan asked Lauren about his relationship with Twinkly and she replied that they were just vibing. 3) Lauren’s birthday. 4) On September 11, 2017, Lauren posted pictures about the FentyxPuma party, and in one of those posts with pictures of her and Troglodyte, she put the caption with three hearts emojis, thus confirming to people that she and Tipsy were together.

February 2017 was the chosen month for Pukeren to ‘become’ official, confirmed by Typed in an interview at the Power 105.1 FM morning show The Breakfast Club on October 31, 2017, though, so a long time later and when the waters had already calmed down. By saying February, Tyring confirmed the cheatings exactly as it was planned. In another interview with BigBoyTV made on November 2, 2017, Typology showed the interviewees how even the background of his phone was a picture of Lauren. Picture that, by the way, Lauren herself posted 21 days before that by wearing Tijuana’s merchandise sweatshirt, so not even a personal picture that you’d normally expect to see from a real boyfriend.

Blah blah blah, Lauren never needed to defend a person so much in her life, blah blah blah, weed and booze and parties, blah blah blah, dogs (and fake allergies when convenient), blah blah blah, #Laurenthegroupie, blah blah blah, Tara and social media don’t get along very well, blah blah blah, #freepoorTweed ⛓️👮🏼 who was just having some fun with his friends, blah blah blah. We know the rest of the farce, and moving on to two years later, and therefore at the end of the PR, on April 15, 2019, Tic Tac tweeted a broken heart before zeroing his social media and Lauren a post on her social media, both implying the end of their oh so real ‘relationship’.

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Let’s move on to competitor number two: Maturely Hushed Matthew Hussey, 06/19/1987. The scammer par excellence (since 2012). The salesman who pretends to be a life coach/dating advice expert by deluding poor women who fall into his bullshit. The charlatan who has an infinity of fraud charges and even a restraining order for stalking and harassment by a woman named Samantha C. of San Diego. [this woman continually talked about the situation on her Instagram account, cheating_matthewhussey. Even Chelsea Briggs liked a picture.]

Ewmila Mattmila: The skit was supposed to start a lot sooner in reality. They ‘met’ for the first time on September 29, 2017, on the set of NBC’s Today show (performance that C dedicated to the Dreamers), but nobody has heard much about it, right? There was only a single Billboard article that did that. Following that meeting, it was supposed to start in October 2017, when they also started to follow each other on IG, but everything was postponed because C’s album was postponed. The album was released on the 12th, and by pure coincidence, on January 11th, 2018, during the interview with Elvis Duran, and COMPLETELY OUT OF THE BLUE, C mentioned Matilda for the first time by saying she was a fan of his. The same Mattress (10 years older than her) who coincidentally was there that day, so a setup for the public to make believe that they’d met that day.

The next day, at the release of the album ‘Camila’, C performed at Good Morning America, and Macaque, again by pure coincidence, had a small slot in the same program. On January 15, 2018, during the interview with Zane Lowe, when he asked if she had someone special in her life at that time, she replied with “maybe”, which was a big yes when she read “I can’t say your name without smiling” just before from her phone notes. On January 22, 2018, on Zach Sang Show, C said that she’s a private person and that she doesn’t like the ‘public thing’ since the Austin fiasco. Another bullshit said to make the public believe that it was the truth and take advantage of the events that would happen shortly thereafter, since, literally 18 days later, on February 9, E! News exclusively posted the first Burpmila pictures on vacation on a beach in Cabo, Mexico.

Blah blah blah, we know, blah blah blah, they lived in airports to get papped, blah blah blah, they even paid fans to do it, blah blah blah, “He’s great”, blah blah blah, “She’s great”, blah blah blah, #They'reGREAT!, blah blah blah, let’s kiss in a children’s playground #Sinu #needyCamila #someonepleaseteachStMatteohowtoholdagirl #SofiwasdecidingwhethertoreturntotheSagradaFamiliaorgoontheswingratherthanwitnessthatugliness, blah blah blah, let’s get to the first oh so real oh so important obstacle in their story.

On August 12, 2019, a Dutch singer named Elieve did an interview in which she confessed that she and Camila were dating the same guy (Matchbox) at the same time. Elieve was in London from the beginning of January to the beginning of February 2018 and Matzo was in London from January 14 to 19, so they met on one of those days.

Blah blah blah, let’s pretend we’ve overcome this obstacle, blah blah blah, let’s pretend we’re a super happy couple, blah blah blah, Disneyworld, blah blah blah, let’s go skiing, blah blah blah, trip to Italy, blah blah blah, Shawn’s entry, blah bl- wait… Oh yeah, it’s the second PR’s turn. Goodbye Ew! ‘Thank you very much for nothing. Bye-bye!!’ said in Lauren’s voice. End of ‘story’ on May 11, 2019, that is, the last time they were photographed together, news confirmed on June 25, 2019, only 4 days after the release of Señorita.

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Even if it wasn’t part of the request, this is a bonus of mine just because.

Señorita + Shitmila Showmila Shawmila: On January 27, 2018, Camila, Shaky, and Andrew, Shavable’s manager, were papped in a restaurant eating pizza before the Pre-Grammy Gala in New York City. That meeting took place to propose the idea of the PR to C to help increase both Shallow’s music sales and his image. Camila was uncertain. 2017 had been a great year for her as a first time as a solo artist, and she knew that she would’ve to play her cards even better during 2018; plus, the PR with Matryoshka hadn’t even officially started and had already been postponed for a few months because the release of her album ‘Camila’ had been postponed.

Andrew explained to her that the PR with Chauffeur wasn’t going to be done right away at all, also because as C would have her PR relationship with EatchEW, Shanty would have that kind of PR relationship/not relationship with Hailey Baldwin (now Bieber) that only served to make people speculate and maintain the idea that Shazam wasn’t gay. Andrew also explained to her that their future PR relationship would benefit both of their careers because there would be a collaboration, a number 1 hit, which they would look for and use as a launchpad for the narrative. #friendswhothenfallinlove #RomeoandJulietbullshit

This perfect duet, went first to knock on Camila’s door, and then to Shuttle’s one in April 2018 in the form of Andrew Watt who already knew everything about the charade. Watt (he also worked on Havana and 7 songs for Romance including Señorita) co-wrote the song in April 2018, shortly before contacting Shitto, along with Jack Patterson, Ali Tamposi (she also worked on Havana, Consequences, and 6 songs for Romance including Señorita), and Charli XCX. [The same Charli who did an interview on October 21, 2019, in which she gave the true version of the story without even remotely mentioning Scab: “This Latin Pop flare just wasn’t right for who I am because I am not a part of that culture, I’m not from there. Whereas Camila has that in her blood, so when we wrote the song we thought about her and sent it to her.”]

Now that they had found the perfect song, and with the addition of Benny Blanco and Cashmere Cat in the production, all they had to do was convince Camila and her team. Charli XCX and C were the opening acts for Taylor Swift’s Reputation Tour from May 8 to October 6, 2018, during which Charli tried to persuade her to do the song by explaining how perfect it was for her. And who knows, maybe even since then they started working on it together since Camila, as she used to do, rewrote almost completely the lyrics to make it more her own. Ask that also to ‘Care About Me’ who turned into ‘The Boy’.

On August 4, still during the Reputation Tour, Shampoo went to the concert date in Toronto, and Taylor posted an Insta-story in which she put make-up and glitter on Shank’s eyelids. Sweaty regretted giving Taylor permission to post the video because people have always thought he was gay for years, and on November 26, 2018, the RollingStone interview was released in which he admitted that he felt the need to be photographed and seen with a girl to prove he isn’t gay. This was a great leverage they used with Camila since she could understand and help a friend in need. The work of persuasion lasted for about 9/10 months, from January 27, 2018, to the end of November/beginning of December 2018. Indeed, on December 5, 2018, both posted a picture taken on the 4th in the backstage of KISS 108’s Jingle Ball 2018 in Boston. Thanks to those pictures and C’s comment, word of their possible future collaboration began to spread. The plan was by then in place.

P.S. remember what happens to Romeo and Juliet, don’t you? Yeah. They die. And like Romeo and Juliet, they’re gonna (metaphorically speaking, of course) die too. Be patient, my babies, be patient.

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I want comments now, guys. Which of these competitors you can’t stand the most and why, I’m curious. Put this 🐙 for Tissue, this 🐽 for Matte, and this 🐔 for Shrunken accompanied by the motivation. Let’s have some fun. 🥂

🖕🏼 this is mine for all of them, by the way.

As always, thanks, Mari. 🥰 Bye guys, I love you. Always with love, F. ❤️

#submission #f anon #mattmila tyren showmila timeline #so funny #anon #ask #how many names on this post #thanks you too much faby

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wholesomemendes · 4 years

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I have another idea for a request. Shawn's on tour and you and him argue on the phone about the VMA performance with Camila and then you fall and hurt your head. Your mom calls his phone and he rushes home and pleads for you to forgive him because of the argument.

Author’s Note: I feel like it’s important to say in here that I do mention Shawn’s relationship with Camila in this fic and the way it is described is solely based on what I felt was necessary for this request. This no way a form of me expressing my opinion about them and I do not wish for it to be taken that way. Anyways now that that has been cleared up, here is 2.2k of angst to fluff (because we all know I can’t end with angst). Also sorry this took so long it’s been sitting in my drafts for almost a week now and I kept forgetting to post it.

Warnings: Swearing (just in case you’re not into that)

“It’s not just a silly little performance Shawn! She was practically fucking you with her eyes!” When you planned on calling your boyfriend tonight after his VMA performance you would never have imagined it turning into a screaming fest between the two of you. You were never known to have arguments in your relationship, usually just small ones that were resolved in a matter of minutes, but ever since Señorita came out, all the two of you seemed to be doing was fighting. Shawn was required to do PR for the song because of his contract, and your insecurities about his closeness with Camila, along with the fact that your relationship with Shawn was completely hidden from the public, only spurred your self doubt and managed to spark many arguments between the two of you.

“Can you stop being jealous for just one second and be proud of me?! I didn’t call you just to be screamed at about something that you’ve made up in your head!” Shawn had never used this tone of voice with you before but with the distance between the two of you right now, arguing on the phone only seemed to increase the tension in the air.

“It’s not made up Shawn! The two of you almost kissed onstage! If I wasn’t your girlfriend I would’ve thought she was! You know how embarrassing it is to watch your boyfriend touch someone the way he’s only supposed to do to you!”

“Do you even hear yourself right now? You’re acting like I fucked her up there when all I did was sing a 3 minute song! You’re my girlfriend and you know it and that’s all that should matter!”

“Shawn, it’s humiliating seeing you acting like that up there with the girl you’ve been singing songs about for years. How am I supposed to compete with that?”

“I’m not asking you to compete against her, I’m asking you to be proud of me instead of acting like a jealous bitch all the time!” he shouted, pacing back and forth in his hotel room, hand scrubbing over his face in frustration.

“A jealous bitch? Really, Shawn? I have been so supportive of you through our whole entire relationship and you’re gonna tell me that I spend more time being a jealous bitch instead of being proud of you?!” Your heart clenched in your chest. Were all the endless nights staying up listening to his music meaningless to him? Or the times when you were up past the crack of dawn in the studio with him because he claimed you were his muse and he couldn’t finish without you? Did that all mean nothing to him? And that’s not even talking about all of the award shows and performances you’ve supported him through.

“Yes I am! You’ve spent more time complaining about my performance with Camila then congratulating me on If I Can’t Have You!”

“I’m sorry I haven’t fed your ego enough before trying to talk to you about my concerns. Guess I should’ve realized you were always the more important one in the relationship.”

“Shut up! I’m so sick of you and your attitude, I’m done!”

Your breath caught in your throat, the tears that were pooling in your eyes beginning to stream down your face, “You’re done?”

“Yeah, I’m done I can’t do this anymore. Good night.” The sound of the phone call ending filled your ears and you collapsed to the floor with a heavy heart, sobs coming out of your mouth. You didn’t know what to do besides cry. How else were you supposed to react after you got into a heated argument with your secret boyfriend of over a year, while he’s thousands of miles away from you?

Two hours later your tears were dried, head pounding and heart aching from the stressful night you had. You used the last ounce of strength inside of you to move yourself into the bathroom, starting a hot shower in hopes of calming you down. You undressed slowly, staring at yourself in the mirror only to be met with a shell of your former self staring back at you. Your eyes were swollen and red from the endless amount of crying you did and the longer you looked into them, the more lifeless they seemed. The warm water felt relaxing on your skin, but you stood there for the longest time before you could find the strength inside of yourself to do anything. You managed to grab your shampoo with a weak, shaky hand, accidentally squirting some on the ground in an attempt to squeeze it into your palm. You sighed to yourself in sadness as you turned around in the shower to scrub the shampoo in your hair. Just as you placed your foot back down, it slipped out from underneath you, sliding on the fallen shampoo on the floor. Your arms reached for something, anything to grab onto in order to stop your fall, but you came up short, head banging into the wall next to the faucet, barely missing the metal knob. Your eyes fluttered shut, life flashing before your eyes. You saw when you first met Shawn at the cafe, his blushed cheeks as he asked you on your first date, when he said I love you for the first time, the look in his eyes he always had before he kissed you. But then you saw the way he looked at Camila, his recent music video, and finally your reflection in the mirror from when he was screaming his lungs out at you and told you he was done.

Your eyes shot open, body propelling you forward to sit up, causing you to grasp your head in pain as the water streamed onto you from overhead. Blindly reaching for the knob, you manged to turn off the water, removing your hand from your head only to see blood pouring over it. Your heart stopped in shock, panic rushing over your body as you scrambled to get out of the shower. You were never known to be good with blood and as you grabbed a towel to cover yourself, the only thing you could think to do was call your mom. And fortunately for you, she always answered her daughter’s calls.

“Mom, I have a problem...”

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Meanwhile in New Jersey, Shawn was frustrated beyond belief, pacing the floor of his hotel room with his phone in his hand. “You know man....I can kinda see where she’s coming from...” Brian began only to be cut off harshly by his best friend.

“I know! I just-ugh, I don’t know what to do! If I don’t do the PR, management and Camila are gonna kill me and I mean she’s one of my best friends! I can’t have her be mad at me!”

“Yeah, but would you rather have an angry girlfriend? Cause that’s what happening right now.”

Shawn groaned, throwing his head back before leaning his hands on the dresser and hanging his head, “I don’t want her to be mad at me but I don’t have a solution for this. I love her, but all we’re doing since that stupid music video is fighting and I can’t take it anymore. I’m not even in the same country as her right now! Fuck, why did this have to happen now?”

“Are you gonna break up with her?”

“What?!” Shawn turned back to his red haired friend, shock written all over his face, “Of course I don’t want to break up with her!”

“Are you sure she knows that?”

“Of course she does...”

“Really? Cause you told her you were done before you ended the call.”

“Yeah, but...shit. She doesn’t really think that, does she?”

“I don’t know man, but...” Brian’s words were cut off by Shawn’s phone ringing and the two boys looked down at it, an anxious feeling bubbling inside of the two of them. “Bro, why is her mom calling you?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know, why would she call me?”

“How would I know? Answer it!”

Shawn stumbled to hit the green button with shaky fingers, holding the phone up to his ear cautiously, “H-Hello?”

“Shawn...it’s Y/n, she’s in the hospital right now.” Shawn almost dropped the phone out of his hand, entire body going numb as your mother explained everything she knew about your accident. He hardly processed any of the information given to him, mind barely registering when she hung up the phone. His heart pounded in his ears and all he could think of was how he wasn’t with you right now, and how much you were probably panicking when you fell in the shower with no one around you. He should’ve been home with you, not thousands of miles at an award show. Not doing press for a new single. Not screaming at you over the phone about things he didn’t even mean. No. He should’ve been home being a good boyfriend, loving you and protecting you, making sure you never felt alone. So the moment he got his bearings straight he knew exactly what he had to do and no one, especially not Andrew, was gonna stop him.

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You groaned as the bright lights of the hospital room met your weary eyes. After going through scan after scan to ensure their was no internal bleeding, you got enough stitches in your head to make you pass out for hours. Your head still hurt, but more than that, your heart felt like it had been through hell and back. Trying to move your arm, you frowned when you felt a heavy weight preventing it from moving, your eyes falling on a mop of brown curls sleeping with his head on the edge of the bed, hand in yours. “Shawn?”

“Hm, what?” he mumbled, regaining consciousness once again, “Baby, are you awake?”

“Yeah, I- what are you doing here?” Before he could even begin to answer he was already lunging towards you, wrapping his arms around you as tight as he could, being cautious about your injuries in the process.

“I love you so so much,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he squeezed you tighter, “I don’t ever wanna fight again.”

You sighed in relief of your boyfriend just being here again, telling you he loved you, and you wrapped your arms around him, reciprocating his hug with as much strength as you had, “I’m sorry I was acting jealous I shouldn’t have accused you of-”

“No, stop.” Shawn sat up, lifting your chin to look him in the eyes, his holding nothing but seriousness in them, “You have no need to apologize. I’m so sorry, baby. I should have been here for you and I shouldn’t be doing things like that without talking about it with you first. I hate fighting with you and I especially hate fighting with you over the phone. It’s my fault you’re here and I’m so sorry.”

A tear slipped down his face and you cupped his cheeks tenderly, wanting nothing more than to take his pain away no matter how much he hurt you. That was one of the things you loved about Shawn. He felt things so deeply that it almost made you forget everything that was going on in your own life and just feel how he was feeling. But now, you wanted to see the Shawn you loved that was full of happiness and joy, and you would do anything to get that back. “It’s ok baby, we both said things we didn’t mean and we’re gonna be ok. Alright? We’re ok.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, baby, please forgive me,” he sobbed into your shoulder again, heart weighing down with guilt even after hearing your words.

“Shawn look at me,” you pulled his head out of your chest to be level with your own, “I love you and I forgive you, for everything. No matter what’s weighing on your heart right now, I forgive you for it.”

He sniffled, tear still streaming down his face as he pulled you in for a salty kiss, needing to feel closer to you. “I thought I lost you when your mom called me,” he mumbled against your lips, “Don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have you. I had to hop on the first flight back home because I couldn’t live with myself knowing I was responsible for losing the one thing that means the most to me.”

“Stop,” you disconnected your lips from his to stare into his honey brown eyes, the ones that usually held so much love and joy only holding guilt and sadness, “I’m fine, it was an accident. I could have slipped even if you were home and we weren’t arguing. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more. You and me together forever.”

“Forever.”

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codyssfern · 5 years

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drinks and confessions

synopsis: you reunite with shawn at a party after being broken up

warnings: lots of swearing, some aggression, and a lil bit of angst

word count: 2k+

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“can’t believe you’re forcing me out the apartment tonight.” you say to your best friend, brian, as you two walk down the hall.

“y/n you’ve been in here for weeks!” he exclaims, “weeks, y/n and frankly me and the boys are worried.”

you roll your eyes, “it’s because one of your boys that i’ve spent the last month in hibernation.”

“shawn won’t be there tonight. he’s recording something with teddy at his place SO,” brian stands in front of you and places his hands on the side of your face, “put on a happy face, grab your purse, make sure there’s rubbers in it, and let’s get drunk baby!”

you burst out laughing. brian has always found a way to make you laugh even when all you wanna do is cry.

“rubbers? god you’ve spent way too much time in the america.” you laugh.

this goes on for about 10 more minutes before one of the boys finally picks you guys up. on the way you couldn’t help but feel like you shouldn’t even be going out in the first place, it was one of those gut feelings you got once in a while. even though brian said shawn was busy, you had a feeling he’d show up at the party anyway. you haven’t seen him in 3 months, almost 4 and you didn’t want to see him tonight.

“this place looks familiar.” you say as you get out of the car.

“it’s geoff’s holiday house.” one of the boys say.

you look at brian in disgust, “why are we at his house? he’s rude.”

“i know, i know but we really didn’t have another place to throw the party and one of the boys hit him up and well he said he had a spare house,” you start laughing not believing geoff actually said he had a ‘spare house’ “shut up. i know he’s ridiculous.”

the place was already packed when you went inside. you knew some people from back in high school and some from your first year at uni which surprised you.

“oh my god… lauren is here!” you whisper to brian as you walk pass her and into the kitchen.

brian shrugs his shoulders, “and?”

“she hates my ass! remember when shawn invited us to her prom and she freaked and ‘accidentally’ spilled punch on me?” you ask as you prepared yourself a drink.

brian was so used to you thinking everyone was conspiring against you all he could do was laugh.

“y/n, you think everyone is out to get to you.” he takes a sip of your now finished drink making you whine, “this drink is delicious by the way.” he smiles.

“you owe me one!” you yell at brian as he walks out the kitchen.

you feel a tap on your shoulder making you jump. when you turn around you’re met with some of the boys from earlier.

“i heard geoff has like 4 hundred worth alcohol in this house.”

you scoff, “what? no way.”

you start going through the kitchen cabinets until you find the one filled with alcohol and grab the first bottle you could lay your hands on.

“the mcallan 64,” you mumbled, “worth…$4,250?!”

geoff was so humble, you thought to yourself.

“if i spend $4k on alcohol, it better kill me.” you say making the boys laugh.

and you hoped it at least had some magical effect on you. you only agreed to go out because you were tired of getting drunk by yourself at home. you took the bottle of whiskey to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“y/n what’s up with you and the mendes dude anyway?” nick, from high school and also the dude who used to put garbage in shawn’s locker, happened to the first one to break the ice.

you sighed, “why? what’d you hear?”

“heard he dumped your ass for that other singer girl!” he laughs taking a sip of his beer.

well you certainly weren’t expecting that.

“sort of like you and kelsey right?” you put your hand on his thigh, “you know when she dumped your ass that one time cause shawn invited her on tour and well you know what happens when shawn invites girls on tour…”

nick’s friends started laughing. “bro you said you dumped her!”

nick shrugs his shoulder, “i did!”

“ONLY AFTER MENDES WAS BALLS DEEP INSIDE HER!”

everything happened so fast you didn’t even see when nick stood up and started beating the shit out the guy. you thought this was the perfect time to leave.

about 4 hours passed and you were already feeling drowsy. you also couldn’t find brian anywhere. you asked around and no one had seen him either, he was probably upstairs getting “busy” you still tried and called him. he probably had like 10 missing calls from you. nevertheless you sent him a text.

to: bri craig.

from: stupid y/n :)

dudeeeee i want 2 leave. i’ll be oytside pleasr hurrtgy!

you didn’t even care about the typos. you still pressed send.

“ugh what the fuck!” you yelled as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“someone’s drunk and cranky.”

geoff.

“go away geoff.” you start walking towards the house.

you hear him chuckle from behind, “baby, cmon! don’t walk away from me.”

“dude if you don’t leave me alone i swear i’ll-”

he grabs your arm, “you’ll what?”

“fuck off!” you try pushing him off of you.

by now people are starting to notice and geoff didn’t like that one bit. you kept tried to shift out of his grip but it only got tighterr.

geoff leans into you and says, “you’re too drunk. you need someone to take care of you.”

“she can take care of herself!”

suddenly your body hit the ground and you felt everything around you starting to spin. you hear people cheering and yelling and it made your head throb. but that voice from before, you recognized it.

“y/n?! y/n are you okay?”

you look up to see see brian, you nodded as he helped you up. thinking it was him who pushed geoff of you, you were confused when you saw geoff a few feet away from you still fighting with another boy.

“who’s that?” you squint your eyes.

brian, still with a arm around your waist to hold you up, says, “that’s fucking shawn!”

you were so confused and your head hurt so bad you felt like you could pass out at any moment. soon enough though, some of the boys finally broke off the fight. brian still didn’t let go off you.

“dude what the fuck was that?” brian asks the tall figure that was now walking towards you.

“he was gonna hurt her.”

brian clicks his tongue, “no i mean you! like where the fuck did you come from?”

“i always drive through geoff’s house on the way home and so i thought i’d stop by.”

you were amused as how to they were having a whole conversation with you standing there almost about to collapse.

“god did you get taller?” you ask patting his shawn’s chest and making him laugh.

brian was struggling to keep you up and shawn noticed.

“here,” shawn places an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, “i’ll drive her home.”

brian shakes his head no, “i-i i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“brian… it’s me.”

“i know but you know you’re not exactly her favorite person right now.”

shawn sighs, “i just got punched in the face and ribs for her. i think she can learn to forgive me.”

“you’re bleeding!” you point to shawn’s lip.

brian chuckles as he lets go off you, leaving you in shawn’s grip. “call me when you get her home yeah?”

“course’“ shawn shakes his hand.

once you two start walking to his car or well once he’s dragging to his car you realize what was happening. you hadn’t fully processed the fact your ex-boyfriend just popped up out of nowhere, beat up a guy for you, and was now taking your drunk ass home.

“you know i think,” you start to shift in shawn’s grip, “i can walk home.”

shawn’s grip around your waist got stronger, “and i think you’re just drunk and can barely walk.”

“i can walk!” you blur out and manage to get out of his grip. he was quick though and he held onto your hand.

shawn groaned, “y/n slow down! that’s not the way home.”

in your head you thought it was but of course your head wasn’t properly functioning.

“can you just,” shawn gets in front of you, “get in the car and i’ll take you home yeah?”

you scoff, “aren’t you here to party? go get drunk! cheat on your new girlfriend while your at it! it’s your specialty after all.”

he places his hand on your lips shushing you, “would you shut up?! you don’t know what you’re saying.”

in a matter of seconds you saw everything upside down. took a minute to realized shawn had picked you up on his shoulder. you didn’t even fight it, you were really tired and frankly wanted to leave. you were surprised at how easily he managed to pick you up given that he was just in a fight and was probably bruised all over.

“put your seatbelt on and drink this.” shawn said once you were in the car. he handed you a bottle of water before starting the car.

you winded your eyes at how serious he sounded. you thought that maybe your comment before made him mad.

“i didn’t cheat on you, y/n.”

you look at him. hands gripping the steering wheel and eyes glued to the road. he seemed tensed.

“i don’t know that,” you take a sip of water, “i’ll never know that for sure.”

shawn was trying to think of ways to explain to you why he did what he did. explain to you that his hands have been tied for the past 3 months and that he’s being forced to lie to his family and friends.

“i’m telling you that i didn’t!” he turns to look at you for just a second, “i would never do that. especially to you! i loved you. hell, i still love you.”

you groan. how could he do this? just pop up out of nowhere and tell you that he loves you after being seen with another girl.

“my head hurts shawn and you keep fucking yelling,” you lean your head against the window, “just take me home. i’m tire-”

he cut you off, “it’s a contract okay? a contract that i was manipulated to sign and now i’m fucked! we’re fucked! i lost you.” his voice cracked.

no way. you thought to yourself. shawn would never sign a contract if he knew it wasn’t good for him.

“a contract? like those publicly stunt ones? or whatever their called.”

he chuckled, “a pr contract, yeah. andrew somehow manipulated me few months ago to sign it, he didn’t even let me read it and now i’m stuck.”

you nod your head as you let your brain process what has just been said. shawn never cheated on you and he couldn’t tell you what was going on because he was contractually compromised.

“you didn’t lose me.” you say under your breath.

shawn hums, “what?”

“me. you didn’t lose me. you never did,” you look at him, “as you can see i’m in car with you, letting you take me home when i’m supposed to be furious at you so no. you haven’t lost me.”

once you arrive at your place you beg him to come in so you could clean the cuts on his face and put ice on his bruises. takes him a while to say yes actually. he’s always given you space when you’re drunk, he used to put you to bed and then proceed to sleep on the couch.

“okay just keep it pressed on there lightly,” you instruct him as you let him hold the ice pack on his bruised ribcage, “don’t be rough or it’ll hurt.” you warn.

as you leave shawn on your bed and go look for disinfectant spray in your bathroom, he starts looking around the familiar place. chuckling as he sees the picture of the two of you at graduation on your nightstand.

“now i’m warning you,” you start as you walk back in the room, “i’m still a bit tipsy but this isn’t the first time i’ve cleaned your cuts while i have alcohol in my system.”

shawn laughs, “i got in a lot of fights back high school didn’t i?”

“thanks to geoff!” you defend, “don’t know why the fuck you even tried to be his friend to be honest.”

shawn groans as you kneel down and pressed down on his bruised thighs. you mumbled a soft “sorry” as you positioned yourself in front of him. you took the ice pack from him and placed it on the nightstand.

“you’re all good.” he smiles and leans in to your touch as you start taking care of his bruised lip.

the cuts weren’t as bad as you thought. the worst one was his lip, it was split and didn’t stop bleeding even when you spent like 2 minutes on it.

“did you mean what you said?” you break the silence.

he raises an eyebrow at you, “where?”

“in the car when you said you still loved me.”

you stood up and made your way to the bathroom.

“of course i did,” he followed behind, “i’ve loved you since i gave you that stupid car on your forehead.”

you shake your head and laugh, “oh no you haven’t!”

“i so have. you can ask literally anybody that knew us back then! ask my mom even.” he says as he sits on the bathroom counter.

you stand there looking at him. not understanding how even with a bruised lip and bruised abs eye he still looked handsome. it was almost annoying.

“are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna come over here and kiss me?”

you slowly made your way to him and placed your arms around his neck. “not sure it’s safe for me to kiss you with that bruised lip.”

“i don’t care.” he whispers before leaning in and leaving a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips. “i’ve missed you.” he admits.

you nod, “i can tell.” he tilts his head back making you laugh, “i’m joking! i’ve missed you too.”

he leans into your touch as you caress the side of his face. you really have missed him.

“let’s go to bed yeah?” you say softly.

he smiles, “let’s.”

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shawnpetermuffins · 5 years

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Pictured with You (ix.)

A/n: I swear we are almost done with the angst. You just gotta bear with me!! But this is for real my favorite chapter thus far.

Summary: late night arguments put you to the test (😉 I'm so clever)

Warnings: none

Word count: 3k I got carried away with this one

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I've just finished brushing my teeth when a knock sounds through the room. I sigh, not quite ready to face Shawn. I've been avoiding the confrontation for weeks, but this is bigger than the both of us now.

With one last deep breath, I open the door, instinctively stepping to the side enough to let him in.

He clears his throat, hands in his pockets while I close the door. When I turn to finally face the six foot giant in front of me, I notice just how nervous he looks. He's rocking and forth on his heels and it's not doing me any favors, making me second guess this whole thing.

"You can uh, you can sit down, if you want." I walk around his tall, fidgeting body and sit on the edge of the bed, suddenly not able to trust my balance. Because staring at him, how can your knees not grow weak?

He sits next to me, hands clasping in his lap, but he quickly untangles them to play with the ring on his pinky. I'm memorized watching him, thankful for the distraction from the all-too awkward silence that's clouding the room.

"So… are we just gonna sit here and continue to avoid what happened?" I ask finally.

He sighs, "we've- you've- been doing a pretty good job of that."

I roll my eyes at that, "Shawn. Come on."

"No, you come one, y/n. We had sex! We has sex three times that night. And you left like it was nothing. You know I wanted you to stay. And I know you wanted to, too."

"It doesn't matter what we want, bub."

"Like hell it doesn't! All that matters is what we want."

"No, Shawn. That's not all that matters. There are more people involved than you think. And if someone had caught me sneaking out of your room that morning? It would have been over for us."

"And what if you had come out when I did?"

"They'd definitely be wondering why I was in the same clothes I was in the day before."

"But you weren't. And you just decided that leaving me would be easier."

"I did. And I still do."

"How could you leave without saying goodbye?"

"Because I knew you would try to convince me to stay."

"Well of course I would have."

"And I knew I couldn't."

"You could have left a note or something. Instead you went ghost on me. What did I do wrong?"

"It wasn't just you," I try to reason. "It was me too." I run my hand through my tangled hair. "We shouldn't have had sex. We both know we shouldn't have."

"Maybe not, but we did. So it wasn't professional of us, big deal. But it was… god, it was amazing."

I blush at that, but it doesn't last long. "Even if it was, it was a mistake."

"Do you regret it?" He asks finally, and I'm taken back by the question. I look up at him, finding that glimmer of doubt in his eyes. He looks about ready to break and I feel about the same.

I don't know what to say. Because it was a mistake. We were drunk, sure, but by the third time, we were sober enough to not be able to blame it on the excess amount of alcohol we drank earlier that night.

"You do," he says when I haven't answered.

"I don't," I respond and realize it was the truth. I don't regret it, because if given the chance, I would do it over and over again. Fully sober or shit-face drunk. "I just think we were a little selfish in this decision."

"Selfish?"

"You do realize I work for you, right? You realize that we still have like six months of tour left. That if we dated, it would change everything for literally everyone on your team. All of your fans. We were only thinking about what we wanted and not at all about how it would affect everyone else."

"That's what you're supposed to do in a relationship, y/n! It's not supposed to be some big production. It's not about everyone else. It's about who you're sleeping next to at the end of the night. I'm sleeping next to you, honey, not my entire team and fan base."

"But you're not sleeping next to me," I respond without hesitation.

"I want to be," he replies just as quickly.

"We can't do this, bub. You know we can't."

"No, I don't know that. You're just scared. You're running away from what could potentially be the best thing to happen to us. And you're not even giving me the chance to dive into it."

"You do know that! Andrew has done literally everything in his power to keep us apart since the second I was hired. You promised - You promised him that nothing would happen," I stand up. "But it did. On more than one occasion. We kissed, in front of everyone, no less. And then we're hanging all over each other at the bar, literally making out in front of our friends. You follow me to the bathroom and almost - had we been there a second more, I probably would have let it happen- take me right there on the counter. And then we get back to the hotel." I sigh, frustrated with myself. "We were just supposed to cuddle. That's what we said. So how did we end up here?"

It's a rhetorical question, but he answers anyway. "Simple. We ended up here because we wanted to. You could have said no to any of what happened. You could have said no and it would have been fine. I would have left it alone and we wouldn't be in this mess right now. But you said yes, and whether you admit it or not, we like each other. I can't speak for you, but I'd go as far as to say that I more than like you."

I close my eyes at the confession. "Please."

"Please what? Please don't tell you that I'm falling in love with you? Please don't tell you that if I knew you weren't upset right now I'd try to kiss you because your lips are my favorite thing to touch?" He's standing now too, towering over me like he always seems to do.

I shrink into myself, terrified by how much his confession doesn't scare me. By how much I want it to be true. But I can't give in now. Not when he's in the dark about something that could potentially ruin his good boy reputation and put his career on hold if he chooses to be involved.

I know all of this, and I still am pulled to him like waves to the shore. Which is why when he reaches for me in a desperate way of making that physical contact he craves when stressed, I fall into him. Head resting on his chest, arms snaked around his torso. And we stay like this for what seems like hours, but I know can only be a minute or two. I go to pull away, and my next mistake is looking up at him. Seeing his pink, chapped lips, and big doey eyes, and those few pink patches on his skin that never seem to go away but make him even more appealing to the human eye. He looks too perfect. And that's why I don't stop him when he leans in and his lips press mine gently, asking permission. I react immediately with a gentle whimper and that's all he needs to pull me closer to him, fully connecting our lips. He provides me with a warmth I didn't realize I'd been missing these past few weeks. A warmth that I've been lost without. A warmth only he can give me.

So I give in. My fingers curl in his hair and I press into him a little harder, kiss him a little deeper. I find myself on my back, his rough hands under my shirt, lighting me on fire. I'm an absolute moaning mess when I feel his lips everywhere, leaving me completely at his mercy. His teeth nip at my skin at what seem like random places, but based on how long he stays there, marking me as his, I know they're strategic.

Before he can go any lower, I bring him back to my lips, my tongue fighting his for dominance, but I don't really want it. I just want him, I want to taste him again. He leaves my lips much to soon, and when I feel his tongue on the shell of my ear, it's like the world has come back into focus. I'm suddenly hyper aware of everywhere his body touches mine and how wrong this is once again.

"Shawn, bub, we have to stop."

"Just a few more minutes," he growls, nibbling on the skin behind my ear, causing my eyes to flutter shut. I open them almost instantly though as I push at his chest, my breath uneven. He's panting beside me, his fingers still tracing my skin where he's pushed up my shirt.

"Why'd we stop?" He asks lazily. "Are you okay?"

His heavy hand on my skin is too much to handle right now, so I sit up, removing him from me and pull my shirt down.

"Y/n?" He reaches for my hand, but I shy away. "Baby, come on. Talk to me."

This is a dangerous game we're playing and I can't keep pretending that neither of us will get hurt if it continues.

"We can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Hooking up in hotel rooms."

"You know that's not just what we're doing? This is so much more than just a random hookup, and you know that. I want to be with you, y/n. Why do you keep pushing me away?"

"This isn't about just you and me, babe. This is bigger than the both of us." I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to get rid of my forming headache. I stand up again, not sure I could stay still at this point.

"What are you talking about? Is it Andrew still? Because I'll talk to him. Yeah, he's my manager, but I mostly call the shots. Okay? I can deal with him."

I shake my head, "It's not because of Andrew."

"Then what? Is it the fans? Because if it is-"

"I might be pregnant!" I blurt, quickly covering my mouth, regretting saying it like this. Regretting saying it at all. "I'm sorry. Shit, I didn't- I didn't mean to tell you this way. I really, I'll be honest, I wasn't planning on telling you at all... I just - you kept talking and trying to find some way to fix this, and I… I don't know. I just needed you to stop for a minute." I shut up finally, realizing that rambling isn't doing anything other than making him stare harder at his feet, and his frown to deepen. I want so badly to reach for him and smooth out the creases on his forehead, release the tension in his shoulders.

"Please Shawn, say something. You're making me even more nervous."

But he's still quiet, and he remains that way for another five minutes or so. "You're pregnant?" He finally asks after too much uncomfortable silence.

"Maybe?" I shrug, "I don't know. I'm late and I've been throwing up all day, I just..." I trail off.

"Have you taken a test?"

I shake my head, "no."

He takes my hand and we're practically rushing out of my hotel room.

"Shawn, stop. Where are we going?"

"Drug store." He pauses only for a second and looks down at me, cupping my cheek. "We need to know."

He takes those couple extra steps to the door and his hand is on the handle, but I pull him back a little, my feel still planted firmly on the floor. "What's wrong?"

I can't help but let out a slight laugh, "I need my shoes." That one sentence seems to lighten the tension between us, even if it is only for a second.

"Right. That's kind of important." I can tell he doesn't want to, but he let's go of my hand so I can get my sandals that are tossed at the end of the bed.

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We walk to the nearest drugstore, hands tangled together. I think we both need the contact right now, maybe me more than him.

"Maybe you should look around in some other aisle? We don't need paparazzi or fans or anyone getting pictures of this."

"I'm not letting you do this alone."

"It's just a test. I'll have it in two seconds. Just meet me out front?"

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. "At least let me pay for it," he digs his wallet out.

"No, Shawn, I have money."

He takes my open palm and places the card there, folding my fingers over it. Even against my protests he shakes his head, giving me the pin number. "Get a few, eh?" He presses a kiss to my temple, but I quickly pull away, scared that someone might catch us. However, it is almost 3 am and we seem to be the only people in this twenty-four hour drugstore.

I just nod and go the few aisles down, to the part of the aisle I've always subconsciously avoided in any store. I'm overwhelmed by the amount options there are of tests. Some with plus and minus signs, some that say just flat out 'pregnant' or 'not pregnant.' There are others with one or two lines and it's all making me anxious. I don't know what's the best one, or the most accurate, or if any of them are accurate. I don't have time to think anymore about it, and I don't realize how long I've been standing there staring at the wall of tests until my phone buzzes in my back pocket, causing me to jump. I pull it out, seeing Shawn's name lighting up the screen.

You okay? Need help?

I type back a quick no and let him take of that what he will. Then I just grab three random ones that I've seen in commercials that people seem to trust - or that's what they say on TV, honestly, I don't know what to believe at this point. I just know that if I stay in this aisle for a minute longer Shawn will come looking for me and I'll most likely break down.

I'm taking Shawn's card out of the chip reader when he finds me. I immediately hand it back to him, and thank the lady when she hands me the bag. I roll it up and stuff it in the pocket of the hoodie Shawn threw over me on the way here. It's his red Givenchy one that he's started wearing around me a lot more often. We don't talk on the long walk back to the hotel, but we don't need to because somehow, his hand covering mine is enough to bring me comfort. Until we get back to the hotel and I become desperately aware of what has to happen now.

"Hey, it's okay." He says quietly when I finally gather up the courage to go to the bathroom. "Take your time, okay? I'm right here if you need me."

Being alone in the bathroom is enough to make me freeze up all over again. It takes me another five minutes to take all the tests out of the boxes with shaky hands and timid, uneven breaths. I want to cry, and I'm sure I will, but I just can't right now.

I turn them all face down when I'm done, caps back on and I sit my phone next to them, timer counting down.

A knock sounds from the door when I sit myself down on the edge on the bathtub. "Y/n/n. You okay?"

I shake my head, but realize he can't see me. "You can come in," I say through the door, although my voice is quiet. I'm not even sure he hears me until the loud click of the door handle fills the room.

"Everything alright?"

I take in a shuddery breath, "I'm scared, rockstar."

He sits down next to me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. "Oh, mea vita. I know, I am too." He wraps his arms tighter around me, if that's even possible. I feel my eyes brimming with tears and I let them fall, taking in shallow breath after shallow breath. We just stay like this until my timer goes off. And for another minute after, when the insistent ringing doesn't stop. Shawn barely has to get off the rim of the tub to reach my phone. He holds it between us and slides the alarm away, bringing us back to the heavy silence.

I stare at the three sticks sitting in the counter, far enough away that I can't read them, but close enough to keep me on edge. "I don't want to look," I say, my voice small.

He takes my still shaking hand in his and presses gentle kisses to each knuckle. "I'm right here. I'm always going to be right here," he brings our hands to his chest. "Whatever those tests say, it won't change how I feel, Okay? Believe me. I'm here."

I nod, taking in a deep breath, "Okay." I don't let go of his hand when I stand up, so he stands with me. My eyes are closed; I don't want to see my tear stained face in the mirror. I turn them all over at once and open my eyes, focusing on the small windows of the three sticks. My breath leaves my body, and suddenly so does all feeling. "Oh god," I collapse into Shawn's arms and he let's me, rubbing my back in comforting circles.

"Its okay," he whispers against my hairline. "We're okay, baby."

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pr-ay-the-gay-away · 5 years

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I heard that Camila will be opening for Shon on the South American portion of his tour, do you know if this is true? I checked the official website and it only mentioned Alesia cara. And if it’s true do you think that their pr will continue until then (Nov-Dec 2019) cuz if they are on tour together it will only point out how fake it is. Previously I wouldn’t think their team are that stupid, but now I don’t know, I’ve lost all faith in them.

I've mentioned this before in a really brief post, so I haven't really been super vocal about it, but I'll say more about it here:

I don't care how fake the PR is. PR romances are fake by definition, and it's gonna be the reality for artists like Camila and Lauren and Shawn for at least a couple more years to come. If they are going to be forced to do PRs, I just want them to be able to do it with a non-toxic person in a non-toxic way. No feud narratives, no being used to promote a manipulative misogynistic fraudulent con artist.

As long as the music is enjoyable, and the PRs aren't promoting something toxic, I personally have other things I'd prefer to focus my time analyzing and criticquing.

(Aside: but unpacking and making crack posts about the fakeness of PR stunts is fun and hilarious and helps to educate and inform others)

I'm not here to demand amazingly realistic and believable fake straight PR relationships. Firstly because I just don't even think that's really possible. Even when I assumed Taylor was straight, I still could tell her "relationships" were all fake as shit.

The most "realistic" PR romances that have fooled me in the past, were between people who were clearly able to get along as friends.

Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield (to promote Spider-Man)

Laucy (to support Lauren's coming out and casting suspicion away from Camila)

If you're annoyed because management is forcing their usual playbook of straight fauxmances to try and sell something even though it's obviously not working, well consider that management/the industry AREN'T geniuses. They're like any large, legacy organization that is slow to adapt. They're not thinking "how could we do things differently?", They're thinking "Hey, call up the same suppliers from the last stunt and organize a similar stunt for the following date. We need something in the week just prior to the track release, as well as some follow-ups scheduled for the weeks after. Why? This is how we do it. Get in contact with our media partners to distribute the write-ups and photos once they're in. Yes, Perez, E!, Just Jared, PopCrave, the usual list. There should be a spreadsheet in our shared docs with the full list of partners. Get me quotes and make sure they're not any higher than the quotes from last month. Also call my daughter's school and inform them I'll be late to pick her up".

This isn't me criticizing your ask, Anon. I just wanted to address something that I've seen expressed in different asks on different blogs: this flabbergasted fan response to the continued forced PR stunting.

PR romance stunting has never been sophisticated. It's the fans (and general public's) awareness and media literacy that has developed and progressed. That's all. You can't unsee what you've seen, and now everything looks ridiculous. But to the industry, this big amorphous organization of individuals with roles and salaries and job performance criteria and phone calls and emails and bookings and calendars and personal lives to juggle, they're going "I don't understand 🤔 this tactic worked before"

Now I ask of everyone paying attention: Do you want them to get better at closeting queer artists and forcing heteronormative/homophobic standards in the media that we consume?

Because I sure as hell don't.

I want them to get better at promoting artists and their work without making it about their sexualities. I want Shawn to be able to live his life proudly without having girls loudly threaten to "unstan" him because they can't imagine hopping on his dick anymore. I want Hayley Kiyoko's music and art to be appreciated and widely celebrated for being honest to god bops with visuals to boot, instead of filed away under "content for queers".

I know organizations and environments as large, archaic, and toxically obsessed with generating money for themselves - organizations like the music industry - will not change over night. But they will have to change with society, because their continued relevance is determined by their social relevance. If they don't change they will be replaced. And their fear of this is what drives them to push narratives and messages to reinforce the status quo. To try and make you go back to a state of consciousness where their tired PR tactics would have still worked on you. It's a weird chicken-egg situation: our values and perception are influenced by the media we consume. Right now in this point of history, you will continue to get forced closeting. You will get forced bearding. We need to change the environment and the system in which that media content is produced and consumed. You need to influence that as consumers, through your consumer behavior. Once your eyes are open, use that new knowledge and awareness to help inform what media you consume and how you consume it.

But you can also influence it as media producers. Rather than criticizing their inability to manufacture "realistic" straight fauxmances, we should be criticizing their focus on pushing that nonsense instead of promoting the artist for who they are and what they represent and the music they make.

They developed these PR tactics, ones that tap into the 24/7 news cycle and proliferate online on social media within hours, in response to the internet and the increased accessibility for fandom enagagement.

We know all of this. Our response should be to reject it. And that's exactly what people are doing by calling out the fake PR stunting online.

Keep supporting Camila and Shawn as individual artists. It's not their choice to be in this situation. But if you don't feel like supporting them, then don't. You don't owe them anything.

#camila cabello #shawn mendes #taylor swift #hayley kiyoko #pr #pr stunting #pr bearding #the music industry is fucked #ask #anon

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first meeting ft. @becamedcath

setting: andy’s managers office?? idr. march 2015

ANDY

This is a bad fucking idea. He seems to be the only one who thinks so, though. From some twisted angle, he can see the point of this — This kind of set up is good PR, something to get them both on the cover of any and every magazine. Everyone loves a cliche, the bad boy and a good girl getting together despite the odds. It’s all about marketing, even if it’s at the cost of his personal life. Even if he’s signed a contract and agreed to it — Good fucking god this girl is /not/ his type. She’s too Girl Next Door, someone who would turn her nose up at him if they’d met on the street. They’ve met before, at an awards show or something — He barely remembers it after the lines he’d done in the bathroom and the shots he threw back at the bar. But he can recall how much of a brat she was, having made a scene when he ran into her or something. Truthfully, he had tuned her out that night and carried on, forgetting all about her until a friend told him about the encounter later. And now, two years later — He’s pacing around the studio lounge waiting for her to arrive, so he can properly meet his new girlfriend. All he wants is a cigarette or maybe an adderall — But in that moment, he settles on one of the beers in the fridge, plowing through three without hesitation in the hope to catch at least a buzz. Andy paces, a hand in his pocket and another brings the bottle back to his lips — He examines the posters on the walls as he waits, before the click of the door pulls his attention.

His first thought is about how short she is — Even standing across the room, he knows she’ll only come up to his shoulder. She’s cute, with an All American look that he’s sure people fucking eat up. They’re about as opposite as they can get, but he’s willing to make some sort of effort for Chris. “Hey,” he settles with, tone bored as he moves his eyes from her to the Rolling Stone cover he’d been looking at moments before. Admittedly, Andy isn’t sure what to say in this moment — He’s never had an issue with getting a girl before, usually ending up with a different one in his bed each night, but in this instance? What are you supposed to say? Hey, ain’t it crazy that we’re fake dating now? Wild. “There’s drinks in the fridge.” He settles on after a moment, a terrible opener but he holds his ground. It’s not like Andy’s trying to impress this girl or anything, anyway. No point in bullshitting. “They don’t have juice boxes or anythin’, though.” He can’t resist the urge to make the jab, just to push her buttons.

ROWAN

All of this just feels so bizarre to her. It's not something she would have liked to sign up for, not something she ever would have thought up for herself --- but Reina swears it's a good idea. Once upon a time the brunette would have signed her on for anything as long as it made them money, regardless of whether or not she thought it was a good move for her but things have changed over the last few years and Rowan trusts Reina not to set her up for something terrible. Still, she can't help but wish that she had picked literally anyone besides Andrew Thane. She sees the appeal behind him --- objectively speaking he's attractive, not that she'll admit that. Not to mention he's her opposite and everyone loves a cliche. He's riding the coattails of a successful career with his band, looking to branch off solo and a relationship with her could be a huge step in the right direction for him. And honestly, her own career has felt a little stagnant the last six months and this kind of media attention would make her next album release blow up. So if she forces herself to look at it from an outside perspective, Rowan sees how it works. She just wishes it wasn't with him. They've met only once before, a few years earlier at the VMA's and she'd known from the moment she laid eyes on him he had been wasted. He'd all but confirmed that moments after they came off stage from presenting an award and decided to blow chunks all over her feet. He'd slurred his way through an apology that she barely heard before storming off to try and clean herself up, and she's held a grudge ever since.

So needless to say, she's not thrilled to be here right now. But Reina insisted, telling her how important it is to get to know him at least a little bit before their first public appearance. Rowan can't help but feel out of place when she walks into the studio lounge -- it's different from her own, clearly reflecting the differences between their personalities and music styles. Where her studio is a mix of greens and yellows on white walls, fresh flowers adorning all the surfaces and pink guitars on stands in the corners, this one is significantly darker. She feels out of place immediately, self conscious of herself and anxiously tugging at the hem of her sundress as she walks in before crossing her arms over her chest. His voice catches her attention, doing nothing to soothe her unease and she takes a minute to look him over. He’s taller than she remembers, but she chalks it up to the fact that she’d been wearing heels that night whereas she’s on flat feet today. Reina had put today's outfit together and there’s a pair of red bottoms sitting in the back of her towncar she’d ditched in favour of a pair of sandals the moment Reina disappeared from view. Now she can’t help but regret it just a little. “Hi.” She repeats his greeting back to him, awkwardly as she shifts from one foot to another. A brow raises at his comment, scoffing quietly under her breath. “I’m not legal to drink yet,” she chimes in, head tilting. “April 27th. Next year.” Not that she thinks he really cares about that, and honestly neither does she --- of course she’s drank before now, their business practically runs on alcohol and cocaine and even she has partaken in the former on more than one occasion despite what her squeaky clean image suggests. But she opens the fridge anyway, needing something to do with her hands and is grateful to find one lone bottled water amongst the array of booze. "I don't think underage drinking on a Tuesday afternoon is really going to do either of us any favours." Though a part of her knows that the ramifications for the two of them would be very different. Andy has already made a name for himself with drugs and alcohol, something everyone just seems to accept. Where as she knows if she were so much to touch a bottle of beer in public, she'd be crucified. She's not sure if it's a genre thing or a gender thing, but she tries to make herself believe it's the former despite the fact that it is, very much, the latter.

ANDY

There’s a scoff that comes with her words — Of course she didn’t drink, he finds it almost laughable for her to wait until she’s twenty one when he thinks of how young he was when he had his first beer. “Right, sure, whatever.” He settles with, glancing back at her as she grabs a bottle of water. Andy has to remind himself not everyone has lived the same life as him -- He’s sure she’s just as sheltered as the tabloids say, some wide eyed girl who thinks the world is full of fucking rainbows and sunshine. He can hear Chris’s voice in the back of his head telling him not to be such an asshole, but it’s hard to resist. After the nightmare that has been the last six months, it’s hard not to bite back at anything thrown his way -- Good or bad. He’s still reeling from Cerberus’ break up, the messy way things had ended with his bandmates, and then girlfriend. He can’t help but feel like he’s in this mess because of all of them -- God knows he’s no saint himself, but it wasn’t his ego that pulled them apart. But Chris had explained to him time and time again why this is a good idea, that he’ll become more relatable or some shit, that she can help get his solo career moving. Andy doesn’t like it, but he’ll at least give it a shot for him. Chris has yet to lead him astray, he’s sure this won’t be the first time.

Taking another swig of his drink, he spins on his heel so that he’s facing her. Now that he and Rowan were meeting when he was decently sober and she’s not dressed like a pastry — Andy notes that she’s actually pretty cute, even if she’s annoying. Had they met under different circumstances, they probably could have hit it off. Maybe. Andy doesn’t bother with being subtle when he looks at her, finding it fascinating that even down to their shoe choices -- Her sandals and his ratty Doc Martens -- they’re absolute opposites. It’s almost laughable. “I’m gonna need a drink to get through this.” He fires back in a level tone, holding eye contact and challenging her to push further. Though Andy won’t admit it to anyone -- Not even Chris -- He’s terrified of what’s going to happen next. His album, his reputation, Rowan. He’d found a comfortable corner with Cereberus, loving playing a different city each night with his two best friends, shredding on his guitar until his fingers bled. He understood how things worked then -- They slept all day, played a show, partied all night -- More often than not he’d end up doing lines off some groupies breasts before she got him off, just to wake up in the bathtub of whatever hotel they’re staying at. It was chaos, but he knew what to expect from it. They drank too much, snorted whatever was put in front of them, and kept going until they passed out. Wash, rinse, repeat. There’s no denying he’s doing just the same now, but he was venturing into something different and he’d be a liar if he said that didn’t scare him -- He’s too exposed right now. Even in this lounge, alone with Rowan. If this goes sideways, he doesn’t have a safety net to fall into.

He doesn’t let it show, though. If there’s anything he’d learned from his childhood, it’s how to master a poker face -- Andy has no interest in letting anyone in on what he’s thinking, knowing that they’ll just end up using it against him or sell it to a tabloid. The last thing he wants is Rowan Fisher, of all fucking people, to see him sweat. “You look like you’re gonna piss yourself.” He settles on, smirk at his lips before he finishes off his bottle, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s had enough to take a little bit of the edge off, settling the nerves in his stomach with each swig.

ROWAN

The scoff that reaches her has her feeling an array of emotions all at once --- predominantly offence, irritation and a small bit of embarrassment, which promptly turns itself into annoyance. He’s so fucking obnoxious. It’s not necessarily that she’s waiting until she’s twenty-one to drink --- she just likes to be careful. While it may not be a big deal if he is seen walking around drinking from a flask on a Tuesday afternoon, it is a big deal if she is. She’d be smeared all over TMZ about what a bad example she’s setting, not to mention Reina would have her head. The amount of time and money they would have to put into correcting that would be a nightmare, and it’s one she’s not eager to get into. Better to keep the parents of her mostly underage female fan base happy and eager to buy them albums and merchandise and concert tickets. She twists the cap off her water bottle, taking a step backward when he not so subtly looks her up and down --- usually when a man in this industry does that not long after there’s a hand on her thigh and warm breath on her neck while they ask if she’s interested in switching management and going somewhere. However, she knows that Andy really doesn’t have anything to offer her in that department, so instead it just makes her feel self-conscious, much to her dismay.

She’s never been a particularly insecure person, but it would be a lie to say that Rowan wasn’t always wondering what people were thinking of her. That she wasn’t constantly trying to decipher every look shot her way, every whisper murmured behind her back. But she doesn’t let it show, resigning herself to the fact that she doesn’t need to worry about what Andrew Thane, of all people, thinks about her. She rolls her eyes when he mentions needing a drink, finding herself already tired of his tough guy act. She can’t imagine any situation where she might actually like him, any situation where she doesn’t want to punch him in the fucking face. “Can’t blame a girl for feeling out of place.” Which she does. Very much so. She feels too big for this space, too bright, too vibrant, too everything. And while she knows that this is not a real relationship and they’re not looking to find any common ground, it is a little disheartening to be so clearly disconnected from the world that he lives in. Selfishly, she can’t help but wish they had done this at her studio -- somewhere she would be in her element, her usual confident and collected self. But she carries on, chin held high as it always is --- just as Reina taught her when she was a scrawny little sixteen year old, shy and unsure of herself and practically begging execs to take advantage of her. “Especially considering our last interaction wasn’t exactly pleasant.” She turns on her heel, moving away from him to look at the hangings decorating the walls -- albums, awards, framed articles. His band had been successful. Not really her thing, but she can’t deny the fact that they’d accomplished a lot. “You puked on me, in case you forgot.” She tacked on, glancing at him over her shoulder, sure that he has zero recollection of the night in question. “Just tryin’ to save another pair of shoes.”

ANDY

He knows why they’re there -- This is supposed to be an ice breaker for what’s to come for the next two years, the answer is obvious. But he’s not sure what’s supposed to say to her, make casual conversation about how they’re going to spend the next two years of their lives tolerating one another? It’s not exactly the kind of small talk he’s interested in. Hell -- He doesn’t want to talk to her at all, but there’s no going back now. A shoulder shrugs at her comment, leaving him itching for a cigarette. He’s craving a distraction, a way to not have to sit in this feeling, or endure the obvious tension. Finishing off his beer, he drops the empty bottle on the counter top, before moving to take another out of the fridge, popping the cap off with his teeth. He knows it’ll probably get a disgusted reaction from the blonde, but he doesn’t bother dwelling on it. This was uncomfortable enough to warrant another drink, something to keep him buzzed and from over thinking every single thing happening around him. It’s a perk of being who he is -- The label thrives on him being out of control and unpredictable, loaded up on whatever white powder or drink he’s presented with in the hopes that they’ll get another song or some press from him. It makes him feel like there’s an endless party going on while they record, but in this moment -- It’s enough to take the edge off.

When she mentions their last interaction, though -- He’s confused. He barely remembers it, assuming it had been something about maybe having stepped on her dress or run into her. Apparently she held a grudge. Admittedly, he can’t really defend himself given that he doesn’t remember much of that night, but he listens as she speaks, moving to sit on the couch as she paces around the room. A loud bark of laughter comes at the mention of puke, something of a hazy memory finding him -- Ian, his bandmate, coming around to pull him away while Andy let out a loud and slurred oh fuck, before the two stumbled off to the open bar. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” He doesn’t bother apologizing to her. Frankly, Andy doesn’t see much of a point in apologizing for something he doesn’t remember, but clearly -- Rowan doesn’t want to let it go. “That was -- What? VMAs? AMAs? I don’t remember.” He tries to clarify, clearly amused by the story though he can’t even remember where they had been. A slight frown comes when he follows her eyes to where she’s looking, a framed picture of Cerberus’s first album, having gone triple platinum. Andy doesn’t dawn on the thought, taking another large swig of his beer before speaking again. “I’m not gonna puke on you again, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees, watching as she wanders around the lounge.

ROWAN

It isn’t often Rowan finds herself at a loss of things to say. She’s an extrovert by nature and finds it easy to strike up a conversation with most anyone --- but he isn’t just anyone. He’s someone who despite only having met briefly one time, she isn’t particularly fond of. She would like to say she isn’t a vindictive person or that she doesn’t hold a grudge, but the truth is she is guilty of both and that much is evident in the cold shoulder she gives to him. She’d come into this with good enough intentions, she really did. She’d psyched herself up the whole car ride over, told herself that not to get so worked up over something that didn’t matter in the big picture. To go into it with an open mind, to give him a chance because maybe he isn’t that bad. But within just a few moment, she’s found herself reverting back to square one. He just rubs her the wrong way --- the bad boy act he’s putting on irks her because she can’t help but think it’s just that, an act. And really she shouldn’t be able to blame him. She does the same thing, doesn’t she? Bright green eyes and long blonde hair, she’s been the poster child for innocence and naivety and purity since she was signed, the label having grabbed onto that with both hands. Since then she’s been batting her eyelashes and playing coy nearly every moment of her life. So she shouldn’t be annoyed by the fact that someone else is doing the same thing, but she does

She finds herself physically unable to hold back the cringe as he opens the bottle of beer with his teeth. “God, you’re going to break a tooth doing that.” Surprisingly, her voice doesn’t hold much judgement --- she’s definitely judging him, but she’s more shocked by it than anything. It’s something she’s seen before -- Reina is guilty of it, though she’d never admit it -- but it never fails to churn her stomach, unable to stop the idea of an emergency dental visit from swarming her mind. The fact that he finds amusement in the story just irks her all over again. “The VMA’s.” She confirms with a roll over her eyes, turning back around to look at the picture on the wall again, hoping that a little more distance will cool her down. It doesn’t work very well. Honestly, she’s not even that upset about the shoes (okay, she is, but mostly because they had been open toe and scrubbing vomit from between her toes had been a horrible end to an otherwise great night) but rather his reaction to the whole thing. Maybe she could overlook it before because he’d clearly been too drunk to know what he was doing, but an apology now certainly wouldn’t hurt any. It’d been rude and Rowan has never done well with being disrespected --- which is ironic because these days it feels like it’s happening more than ever. “I’m not worrying about you puking on me again. Not yet anyway. A few more of those and I might be. Gut rot’s a real thing, you know.” She muses, shrugging her shoulders. Honestly she wouldn’t be surprised to hear he’s already six beers in --- not because he’s acting drunk, but just because that’s the kind of person he apparently is. But they’re here for a reason and so she sighs, turning again to face him, arms crossing over her chest. “I’ve got a charity thing next week--- s’for the children’s hospital. Tuesday night. Reina thinks it should be our first public appearance.”

ANDY

He doesn’t bother dwelling on her clear disgust with him -- Admittedly, it makes him want to push it further just to see what reaction she can get out of her. He can’t help but wonder if she’s ever done anything other than sing country songs and go to church or something, but doesn’t ask. Instead, he nods as she clarifies where they had met, memories of that night coming back to him -- Two year ago, he’d been riding the high Cerberus brought, the band sweeping each award show and topping charts. It’s a bitter sweet thought, knowing that the people he’d celebrated that night with were ones he couldn’t stand being around anymore. Clearly, Rowan is more bothered by the memory than he is. Andy’s not planning on apologizing for it, instead he just laughs at the thought of the look on her face when he hunched over -- If only he could remember it. Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, as she mentions the beer in his hand and gut rot. “Thanks for the information, WebMD.” Her remark only makes him want to drink more, anything to get out of this conversation even if means risking puking on her, or getting sick, as she mentioned. God, how is this possibly going to work for the next two years if he can barely handle a conversation with her without finding the desire to drink?

A brow raises at the mention of a charity thing for a children’s hospital, knowing as important as it is to make to their first public appearance a good one -- He doesn’t exactly want to sit in the hallway of a children’s hospital room while Rowan plays that fucking Biscuits song over and over. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a counter suggestion to give -- He’s spent the last three months in the studio, and his first single isn’t coming out for another two weeks. Children’s hospital it is. “Yeah, sure.” He reluctantly agrees, leaning back against the couch as he takes another sip of his beer. Andy shares the same unimpressed look she has, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “You sure you’re ready for this?” He challenges, brow arched. It’s clear to him that she doesn’t like him, and the feeling is mutual -- But when they’re in public, it’s game time. “Cause you’re gonna have to look a lil’ less disgusted with me when we’re in front’a cameras.”

ROWAN

One day down, seven hundred and twenty-nine to go. Christ, it’s going to be a long two years. Rowan can only hope that between the chaos that is both of their careers, they can manage to keep their actual time together limited. They’re both busy people with busy lives and budding careers, there certainly won’t be any shortage of opportunities to get their photo taken together and she can only hope that Reina is able to work some magic to keep those spread out far enough that she can make it through this without strangling him while also somehow keeping up the charade. She’s going to deserve a goddamn Oscar after this. She already knows it’s going to take any ounce of acting talent she’s got to make it seem like Andrew Thane doesn’t make her want to vomit, let alone that she actually cares about him. God, she’s getting a pressure headache again from the whole thing and sips at her water in an attempt to keep it at bay.

It’s clear he’s reluctant to agree to go with her next week and that just annoys her all over again. Just when she thinks she can’t get anymore agitated he opens his big fucking mouth and sends her right back up the wall. Her jaw clenches momentarily, eyes icy and she shrugs. “It’ll be mostly younger kids. Your music’ll probably be a little mature for most of ‘em.” She hates that using the word mature on his music opens her own up for scrutiny, something she’s very much used to -- her talent and the effort she puts into it is so often taken at face value as something of little depth due to the poppy melodies. “But there’ll be a couple older ones who probably wouldn’t hate to see you.” Which is about as close to a compliment or actual invitation to participate as he’ll get and if he wants to be the asshole whose pride keeps him from playing some dumb song for a sick kid that’s on him. His next question has her eyes rolling. In truth, she isn’t ready for this at all but she isn’t going to admit that to him of all people. “Won’t be a problem. I have an excellent poker face.” And that’s true. Reina’s taught her to perfect it over the years and she has been around men who she somehow finds more revolting than him and smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes to bide her time before making an escape. “You gonna be able to look like you’re not countin’ down the seconds until you get to make a break for it?”

ANDY

He doesn’t mind doing events at hospitals, or for kids (though, most young kids don’t listen to him or Cerberus) -- But he’s not interested in going alongside Rowan if it means he’s just playing arm candy. “Rock’n’roll is a little mature for most kids,” he mocks, laughing lightly at his own words, putting on his best high society voice on with the word. She has a point, though -- He’s sure there’s a couple of teenagers there eager to see him. It’s a bit surprising she’d say that at all, part of him assumes she would want him to be around long enough to get a couple pictures in, before shoving him out of the room so she can entertain some twelve year old girls. “You know,” he begins again, giving her a pointed look. “Despite what you may think’a a me, I do like doin’ that kind of stuff. The children’s hospitals, and shit.” He doesn’t bother explaining much more. Instead, he takes another of his beer before dropping the glass onto the small table. He’s on his feet after, moving towards her. A scoff comes with the mention of her poker face, “Somehow I doubt that.” Andy challenges. This is their first conversation, but he can already tell she’s an absolute open book. In the professional world, she’s clearly held her own well -- But if this conversation is anything to go off of, her trying to play it cool will be a sight to see. “Depends,” He continues, mostly just wanting to get a rise out of her. “When the papz want a kiss, you gonna go running?” Andy asks point blank. Truthfully, if it came down to it and she had an issue -- He’s not going to force her into anything, but at this moment? He just wants to push her buttons.

ROWAN

The mocking is apparent and only serves to push him even further beneath her skin, but Rowan simply rolls her eyes. She’s over this entire interaction and pushing back will only instigate some kind of argument, she’s sure, and right now she has less than zero interest in going down that road. “Great. Then bring a guitar and you’ll make some sixteen year olds day.” It’s said with a tone of finality, clearly indicating that she doesn’t want to argue semantics about whether or not he really is a piece of shit like she suspects. Her initial reaction when he stands and crosses the room is to follow suit and take two steps back for every one he takes, but she doesn’t want to make herself into an easier target than she’s sure he already sees her as. So she keeps her feet planted where they are, standing her ground even when his tone turns challenging. “You don’t know me,” she reminds him with a raise of her brows. It’s not lost on her that she doesn’t know him either and she’s been being just as judgmental, but that isn’t the point. Honestly, when it comes to her personal life her poker face is very much lacking. She’s wears her heart on her sleeve as much as she wishes she didn’t and it’s gotten her burned on more than one occasion. But when it comes to her career, she’s great at keeping her composure and making sure the press and the media execs see only what she wants them to. “I’ve got no reason to hide anything right now but rest assured once the cameras turn on I’ll be all smiles and doe eyes.” Which isn’t really any different from how the media usually portrays her, but she’ll be sure to send him some fond glances to try and amp things up. His question has a short scoff leaving her, eyes rolling for what feels like the millionth time. “Do I look like I’m running? I’m sure I’ll manage.” Though the thought of actually kissing him isn’t anything she’s looking forward to, she has accepted that a little physical affection is going to be part of the gig, whether they like it or not. “That a satisfactory answer for you? I’ve got somewhere else I need to be.” She doesn’t. Reina cleared her schedule for this in hopes that they’d find some kind of common ground but Rowan knows if she’s here much longer they’re going to end up murdering each other.

ANDY

The fact that he’s so easily gotten under her skin puts a smirk on his lips, resisting the urge to laugh. It’s too easy. “Me and a guitar, deal.” He settles with a quick nod. He’s not going to push back on it, he enjoys charity shows — But it’s quickly become apparent to him that it’s pretty fun to get a rise out of her. And more so, it’s easy. Brows raise as she gets defensive, mentioning how he doesn’t know her. It’s laughable, considering she hates him based off a reputation and one drunk moment — Nothing else. He doesn’t bother pointing it out, though. Instead, eyes roll and arms cross, before he speaks up. “I’ve been around you for like ten minutes, and I know I’m right. It’s obvious.” Andy insists, knowing that she’ll be fine when it comes to red carpets and staged moments — But when the paparazzi sneak into a party and catch a candid moment, he knows they’re going to see through this shit. “I’m countin’ on it.” He remarks with a challenging look. While he’d gone into this thinking they’d be screaming in each other’s faces, he was starting to enjoy this back and forth — Even if Rowan was clearly about to lose her shit. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” He’s not looking forward to the PDA they’ll have to put on, but there’s no getting out of it now. As she turns to leave, eyes roll and a scoff leaves his lips. “Sure looks like you’re runnin’ now.” He points out the contradiction from her words, for one last jab before she turns to leave the lounge.

#not adding in any of the formatting bc tht shit would take all night #also if there r typos no there arent bc this was before tupperbox let us edit #v: nashville.#nash: andy.

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1. How has covid affected you? It robbed me of few months’ worth of memories in my last year in college, my graduation, travel plans, employment prospects, a 22nd birthday with friends. Fortunately, other than a mutual friend, I personally don’t know anyone who has gotten the virus.

2. What is a comfort show of yours? Friends, without a doubt. If I need a pick me up I just look up a scene on YouTube and I’m bound to feel better in seconds.

3. Are you open about your past or do you not let anyone in? I’m pretty open about my past as long as people ask the right questions that would make me want to open up that can of worms lol. But I’m very secretive about the present and if I’m currently going through something, I tend to be selfish when it comes to opening up. I don’t like being completely vulnerable, and I leave those last few bits of vulnerability to only myself. I can’t even open up on Tumblr in certain instances; it’s just how I am.

4. Favourite fast food joint? Yellow Cab.

5. Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? I don’t. I don’t put a lot of thought into this, either. It’s just not something I particularly care about.

6. What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Finish my thesis. I used to think it was some colossal, nearly-impossible requirement and I never thought I was capable of creating my own. But I got through it and it was such an amazing feeling to see myself and Andrew wrap it up and write our acknowledgments at the very end.

7. Do u ever feel like surveys are usually the same questions? There are definitely questions that come up more often than others, but I’m never super bothered by them. I just try to answer them differently then move on.

8. What were you doing 10 years ago? I was 12, in sixth grade, friendless, suicidal, and was in the biggest mental health slump of my life thus far; so, not doing well.

9. Do you call out Karens when they’re harassing a cashier? I don’t call them out but when it’s my turn to be served, I make it a point to greet them and smile and give them the change, like I do with any cashier – except amplified this time around so they can feel better and not think that every customer is an asshole.

10. Animal crossing, yay or nay? Yay. I don’t play it but I’m certainly not gonna dampen people’s enjoyment by thumbing it down lol. It looks so cute and the challenges look wholesome; that game just can’t hurt anybody haha. But I guess it helps that my favorite characters to play on Mario Kart are Animal Crossing characters, so there’s that.

11. Why do you like to do surveys? It’s a safe space. And I’m very talkative in my head but not in real life, so surveys always serve as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings.

12. Did you ever have a MySpace? I did but I caught they very tail end of its popularity. By the time I joined people were already starting to flock to Facebook, so it wasn’t like I was ever able to do anything fun or worthwhile on Myspace. It was also never as popular in the Philippines too; we were into Friendster a lot more.

13. Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? I don’t think things like that work in absolutes. I’m sure breaks work for some, but for others they could also just create more distance and cause a couple to grow apart over time.

14. Do you have a YouTube channel? If no, would you create one? If yes what’s your content? I have one but it’s only so that I can support my favorite channels and subscribe to them, and so that YouTube can tailor my homepage to my interests. If I had to start posting videos, I’d prefer to take it easy and just post chill daily vlogs, nothing that tries too hard; and maybe take part in a taste test every once in a while because I enjoy watching those.

15. Are you a math person? Only up until advanced algebra or geometry. I’ll have to bow out if we have to get into trigonometry or calculus.

16. What’s the worse thing someone has said to you? I’ve been told I was a headache to deal with, heartless, unlovable, ungrateful, lacking a brain. All courtesy of my mom.

17. Have you ever befriended someone because you felt bad? Just once. In Grade 7 there was a new girl who was a bit of a loner, so Gab and I started talking to her so that she wouldn’t be alone during lunch. She didn’t really mix well with us and our dynamic though, so we slowly stopped hanging out with her. I felt bad, but I also didn’t want us to keep faking it with her because it would’ve been unfair to her – at least we tried. I was glad when she finally found her group, which didn’t take long.

18. Would you ever date someone online? I’m not open to it.

19. Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? I’m pretty sure what I did with Mike is the equivalent of ghosting...oops. I haven’t been ghosted.

20. When do you think things will be normal again? For a second this sounded really accurate about my life and I almost started crying :’’’’)))))) but now I realize you meant to ask about Covid lol. UHHH idk man. I remember back in March thinking this was gonna be over by April, and I had never been more wrong lmao. It’s so hard to tell.

21. Do you watch anime? No.

22. Biggest goal you wanna reach before 2020 is over? Be happy.

23. How old did/do you turn this year? 22.

24. Do you like tiktok? I don’t have the app downloaded but I’ll watch TikTok compilations on Facebook sometimes, and I’ve never had anything bad to say about them. I loooove the ones where people show what they do in their workplace like cleaning laptops, making ice cream cakes, doing pottery, etc., or showing projects that they’ve been working on like cleaning their swimming pool or renovating their bedroom. Those are the most satisfying to watch.

25. Do you ever miss vine? OMG yes. TikTok is entertaining, but the sense of humor that Vine birthed is on another fucking level. Only Vine could’ve made hurricane tortilla, a child, two bros chilling in a hot tub, and no head funny.

26. How are you doing, seriously? Today was one of the easier days. But I’m still hurting. It was just more manageable to breathe today.

27. Is there someone you want to talk to but you know you can’t? Yes.

28. Do you make jokes to cope with your problems? Sometimes, if I’ve already accepted the problem. It’s harder to make light of a situation that I’m still grappling with.

29. Have you ever had someone call you their best friend but you didn’t even consider them a close friend? I don’t think so.

30. Have you ever dealt with a pathological liar? Sure.

31. Long or short surveys? Medium-length to long.

32. If ur in school, are you doing it on zoom or in class? I’m not in school but I can definitely tell you that there aren’t any physical classes happening any time soon, at least in this country. It’s just not safe enough yet.

33. Would you ever have a pet rat? Nope.

34. Favourite memory with your best friend? I like laughing fits with Angela and spending hours at her house doing nothing. With Gabie, I always enjoy eating out with her.

35. Favourite type of content to watch on YouTube? I’ve mentioned them a lot on surveys recently, but it’s definitely Good Mythical Morning. I always turn to them when I’m going through depression so I’m really grateful that they have 1500+ episodes on their main channel and have a bunch of secondary channels with hundreds of videos in each as well. They have no idea how many lives they’ve saved. Other than that, I also like watching Korean reality shows, mukbangs that double as ASMR videos, soothing baking videos, and vlogs from local celebrities heheh.

36. Are you allergic to anything serious? No allergies for me.

37. Dream job? I don’t really have a dream title for now; I just want to eventually end up at the top of the ladder in my chosen career path which is PR.

38. Do you think dreams mean anything? No.

39. Fave clothing brand? Mango or Zara.

40. Do you miss anyone? Painfully.

#survey #surveys

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ooh, a request? okay so what about being shawns gf right in the middle of this clownery, like he has no choice but to do the pr stunt with c but then it keeps getting harder on him and after the day on the beach he totally breaks down and tells you he cant do it anymore and you comfort him and just 🥺 the angst 🥺 the fluff 🥺 the feels

decided to combine these two requests and give y’all a sequel. might want to read this one first.. enjoy ;)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:

“Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello spice things up at Miami Beach!”

your heart sunk as you scrolled through all the pictures and videos of your ex boyfriend with the girl he sworn would never come between you two. it had been almost 4 weeks since you broke up with shawn. 4 weeks long heartbreaking weeks you’ve spent inside your apartment, watching movies, eating like never before, and going to sleep at 3am every night. you had tried your best to avoid any media outlets talking about your ex boyfriend but that’s kind of impossible when he’s one of the most famous people in the world. if it wasn’t your friends sending you articles, it was you turning on the tv and seeing nothing but shawn all over the screen. it was you in line waiting to buy breakfast and suddenly his song started playing. it was you cleaning your closet and stumbling upon one of his shirts. he was everywhere. everywhere but with you.

today it was your first day back at work after kindly asking your boss to give you some time off to sort out some things. when you arrived you were greeted with pity looks and endless hugs. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole but in a way it made you feel like everything you went through was real. andrew had made it his goal to keep your and shawn’s relationship out of the media, even before all of this he was always telling shawn to keep you two on the down low. of course there were always fans who saw more than what andrew wanted them to see, fans who questioned everything, and got suspicious. there was a bit of talk about you after the breakup, like “where is y/n? why isn’t she of any of the tour pictures anymore?” or “why did y/n and shawn unfollow each other?” but the questions remained unanswered.

“shawn just calm down!”

but he couldn’t. he’d been pacing back and forth for the last 10 minutes, everyone in the room swore he had made a dent on the carpeted floor.

“i can’t do this anymore!” the soft cries and cracks in his voice made everyone go silent. “i can’t keep lying to my friends, my family- my fans! my girlfriend. my real girlfriend!”

andrew started motioning for people to leave the room so it could just be him and shawn.”

“shawn to be fair y/n did break up with you..” gerty says as he closes the door.

shawn turns to him, “and would you care to tell me why?! why do you think she broke up with me?”

gerty sighs, “kid you did sign the contract. you can’t keep blaming me or the rest of the team for your actions,” shawn couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, “i know it’s been hard-”

“now you know that’s a load of bullshit andrew!” andrew’s eyes widened, he’s never seen shawn so angry, “you told me there was no reason for me to go over the contract because you already had. when i wanted to go over it myself you wouldn’t let me! you kept saying it was fine.”

shawn wanted to hop on a plane, go to y/n, and tell her that she was right all along. that he should’ve kept bugging andrew until he gave in and let him read the contract before signing it. hell that he shouldn’t have agreed to any contract in the first place. not one that he felt would put his career and personal life on the rocks.

“i should’ve listened to y/n and fired your ass a long time ago!”

andrew knew that if any of this got out his ass would be dust. the label itself would fire him. as shawn’s manager he should never let shawn sign any contracts without having shawn go through them first.

“i’m sorry kid but i did what i thought was best for your career. both me and camila’s team thought this would be a good thing-”

“well it wasn’t! it isn’t. its all bullshit and i want out of it.” shawn was desperate. he felt like his world was falling apart day by day and not to mention his anxiety lately was off the roof. “now if you can’t get me out of this mess i’m contacting a lawyer, a lawyer outside of the label and you know what that would mean for you.”

andrew had no other option but to agree.

you weren’t so excited be back home. frankly you were tired of being alone. tired of moping around. you even asked your boss to give you an extra shift to cover for all the ones you missed but she didn’t allow it so you had no choice but to go home. you took a bath, made yourself dinner, and now you were watching tv in the living room with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around your cold body. you had a few glasses of wine with your dinner and you were starting to feel sleepy. alcohol always made you sleepy which was something shawn used to tease you about.

if it hadn’t been for the buzzing coming from the coffee table in front of you, you would’ve passed out cold. when you went to look at who was calling, you could have sworn your heart had stopped.

shawn mendes

you wanted to click the small red button and continue with your night but your fingers didn’t move. it was like you were frozen. you let out a sigh of relief when the call failed through and his name was no longer on your screen... thought that didn’t last as long as you want it because not even a minute after he was calling again.

“fuck it!” you said to yourself before pressing the green button.

all you heard was loud shuffling. like a bunch of people were crowded in one tiny room but in less than a few seconds all you could hear was his voice.

“y/n...”

you stood up and found yourself pacing around your living room, “i hope you’re not drunk right now shawn.”

“i’m not. i’m just on the verge of losing my mind,” he admits, “i’m so sorry. i’m a fucking dumbass and you were right. you were right all along.”

hearing him cry was almost as bad as seeing him cry. he had never cried on the phone with you and it all made you want to hop on a plane and go to him.

“anxiety has been eating me alive since you left. i can’t do what they want me to do anymore- can’t be who they want me to be,” shawn cries, “please just tell me what to do y/n. help me.”

you felt stupid looking around your apartment as if you were going to find an answer that way. you felt as if a ticking bomb was about to go off any second now, you were confused. hurt. worried. but most of all scared.

“shawn i can’t tell you what to do,” you start, “but just breathe okay? do the breathing exercises we used to do before a show,” you remind him, “take a deep breath, cmon.”

“i-i i can’t,” his chest was only getting tighter.

you took a deep breath and told him to do the same. soon enough he started following your actions. this wasn’t the first time shawn had called you while he was having an anxiety attack, there were common with him.

“all better?” you let out a weak smile.

shawn took one more deep breath before finally letting himself feel relaxed or well at least better. he was no way near feeling relaxed.

“yeah. thank you.” he smiles, “y/n i- i fucked up and i let the best thing in my life just walk out right out of it and i just fucking stood there like an idiot!” you chuckle making him let out a breathy laugh, “that night you left is like you took my heart with you or something and i just felt empty.”

you really didn’t know how much of this rambling and confessions you could keep listening to, it already had you tearing you and pouring yourself another glass of wine.

“i just want one more chance. i want to do it right.” he finally finishes.

you groan in frustration, “shawn there’s just- i don’t think we can do that! it’s impossible. the last month of our relationship we spent it arguing it and saying so many horrible things to each other-”

“i know. i know,” he interrupts, “and i want to make it up to you. we should make it up to each other, we deserve one more chance... so just open the door, y/n.”

you were about to say something but then you realized what he said.

“open the door? what door? like a metaphorical one...?” and then there was knocking on your front door.

there is no freaking way. you thought to yourself.

“shawn i swear to god if you’re out there i’m gonna kick your ass.”

he laughs and you start walking towards the door, “i’d like to see you try.”

you unlock the door and it took you a few seconds before actually twisting the knob and opening it. you once again just stood there frozen as the tall boy stood in front of you looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. and you were.

you chuckle in disbelief, “you fucking idiot.”

“please just.. come here.”

he extends his arms out, inviting you into them and this time you don’t think twice about it. wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling your head on his chest as he left a kiss on top of your head.

you could get used to this again.

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